Ought to at least pay

"Hey Kevin, pizza guy is here," I call out

"Can you get it? I have cash in my wallet in my pants."

I check his pants, finding a wallet with just a twenty in it. I walk to the door, blissfully uncaring that I'm only in a thin white tee and pink panties.

"Hi, uh, did you get a large pepperoni pizza?" He's a young-ish guy, probably only a couple years older than me.

"Yep, that's ours."

"Awesome, your total comes out to be $22.78, are you paying with credit or cash?"

Shit, I don't have enough. I know that I don't have any more cash in my bag, and if Kevin had money he probably would have it in his wallet, right? I've always heard about girls paying for stuff with something else, but this is a case where I have no idea what to offer. Maybe my brain is fried from the sex I just had, but I might as well offer the pizza guy something to cover the difference...

"Hey, I only have a 20, could I just give that and--"

"Sorry, I can't accept less than the total... If you can't pay then there's nothing I can do."

"Can I, maybe, uh, pay you another way?" I offer, trying my best to shake my bra-less tits for him, "And have you cover the difference from your tips or something?"

The pizza guy stares at my tits, clearly evaluating the offer. "I mean, I guess I can pay the difference if you let me play with your tits a little bit..."

I smile, now a little intoxicated on my feminine wiles, pulling up my shirt and letting the pizza guy squeeze my tits. He leans forwards and gives one of my nipples a big lick, before pulling out his phone and snapping a picture of them with my face out of shot.

"Those are some nice tits, I'd sure love to give them a go," he says, pulling out a pen as I pull my shirt down and give him the $20, "I put my snapchat on the receipt, feel free to let me know if you feel lonely."

I take the pizza and shut the door, skipping into the living room. I guess I was officially a whore now, and two people had pictures of me in some state of nudity who weren't my boyfriend. Hopefully Kevin kept his word that he wouldn't send that picture to anyone, and the pizza guy's picture could've been of anyone's tits. I ate a few slices of pizza, leaving the rest for Kevin whenever he stopped being lazy, then went to go see if the computer would work.